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【214】Semi-final

The competitions of the small force group are quite exciting. Most of the participating disciples have a cultivation level of about the fifth level of the day after tomorrow, and are already scheduled for the next generation of successors.

Wanqi Shaoting faced a man in his thirties. He held a big knife and his face was a little dark. He looked a little similar to the Shi family leader who was originally smuggling Yan Jinghong. He should be a person who was in the same family and had blood relationship.

This man is very strong and his swordsmanship is very exquisite, while Wanqi Shaoting is taking a sensitive route. When the two of them face each other, Wanqi Shaoting is at a disadvantage.

But Wanqi Shaoting became more and more patient in the battle. A momentary impolite was nothing. The most terrible thing was to endure all the time. When he exhausted the opponent's strength, Wanqi Shaoting, who was tolerant, exploded instantly!

It was not until this time that Wanqi Shaoting took out his weapon and a short thorn that looked very sharp!

"You really shouldn't behave like a person." Yan Nanfeng commented in surprise. Although he had never looked down on anyone, the changes in Wanqi Shaoting's past and later were still a bit too big.

Wanqi Shaoting finally spent more than half an hour and finally defeated the other party. The other party looked as if it was ashen and said with some dissatisfaction: "Take a chance and embroider the pillow."

"Shi Lang, Shi Lang, lose is losing. No matter how I win, you will lose!" Wanqi Shaoting was not angry either. He was already a winner anyway. "You, don't afford to lose, you lose the face of the Hengdao family!"

Shi Lang, the young master of the Hengdao family, and Shi Pojun, the leader of the Shi family, is his father and the head of the Hengdao family.

"If you have the ability, let's compete again! I will definitely beat you!" Shi Lang said confidently, extremely confident in himself.

Wanqi Shaoting curled his lips and looked very disdainful, "I'm not a fool. I've obviously won you, why do you have to compete with you again? It's great to dream, you can continue to do it!"

Shi Lang was so excited about Wanqi Shaoting's words that Shi Lang almost rushed over. Fortunately, his father was stopped in time in the end, otherwise Wanqi Shaoting might have been beaten.

After the second round of comparison, there were five people left in the small force group. This time, it was still a two-way competition. As long as both sides agreed, they could play one game first. If no one was willing to play against it, they would be bye in this game, and Wanqi Shaoting was still bye in this game.

Wanqi Shaoting walked to Yan Jinghong again, straightened his back, and said in a reserved tone: "I didn't perform well just now, so I made you laugh."

"...There is still room for progress." Yan Jinghong looked at the young man's face changing and smiled happily in his heart.

Gu Yinglai also said in a deep voice: "I know it's not good, so I have to work hard." Just at that level just now, I don't know how proud I am!

It was clearly here to ask for praise, but it was said that it was really bad. Wanqi Shaoting's face was pissed off, "You, you...hum!"

Wanqi Shaoting left angrily. He was blind and actually fell in love with such an idol!

As Wanqi Shaoting expected, he was the last winner of the small force group. When he won the final victory, he looked at Yan Jinghong proudly. This time, Mr. Yan Jinghong should praise him a few words!

Yan Jinghong wanted to laugh for no reason, "We will become opponents next, and I will not show mercy."

Wanqi Shaoting looked at Yan Jinghong cautiously. He could not beat Wunian Taoist. If Yan Jinghong could really defeat Wunian Taoist...

"I will do my best, too!"

The big force group ended the competition earlier. The winner was a disciple of Shangyun Xianzhi, named Zhu Feiming. He was less than 30 years old, but he was already a cultivator at the sixth level of the acquired world. His words to Wan Qi Shaoting were enough to crush him.

The final winners of the large force group, small force group and Sanren group came on stage. Zhu Feiming looked at Wanqi Shaoting, then looked at Yan Jinghong, and spoke first: "According to the convention, the strong will stay until the end." But he did not say who the strong is.

Wanqi Shaoting curled his lips and said actively: "Since that's the case, you and I will compete first in this game!"

Although I like Yan Jinghong because I am blind, after all, I like it. When facing the enemy, I must be consistent with the outside world. This is the principle of a young man!

Zhu Feiming glanced at Wanqi Shaoting in disgust and said coldly: "You are not my opponent."

Wanqi Shaoting was furious, "You just said that the strong man stayed for the last time, and now you said that I am not your opponent. Why are you so troubled and tiring, like a woman!"

Very good, the map cannon of the second-hand young man offended all the women again!

The head of the Wanqi family no longer wants to listen to this son. He feels that if his son had not had a good talent, he might have thrown this stupid son to the garbage dump to recycle it!

Zhu Feiming's face turned a little blue, but he was helpless because he was not good at speaking, so he could only hold back his anger and said, "If you fight, just beat him, don't cry if you lose!"

"I'm so stupid to cry!"

When the two started the game, Zhu Feiming quickly gained the upper hand. He was a kind of person who was steady and scheming. He would neither be too impatient nor rely too much on strength. He soon forced Wanqi Shaoting to face him head-on, because if he could dodge, he would lose his strength first. After all, there was a big gap between the fifth level of the acquired and the sixth level of the acquired and the sixth level of the acquired.

But Wanqi Shaoting, who was at a disadvantage, did not mean to give up. Instead, he started to fight desperately when he knew he was at a disadvantage!

At the watch table, the owner of the Hongxiu Pavilion sat beside the head of the Wanqi family. Seeing this scene, he smiled and said, "Your son doesn't look like you at all."

The head of the Wanqi family glanced at Hongying and did not follow this sentence. Anyway, it would not be a good sentence.

Hongying didn't mind either, and continued, "The impulsive personality is not like you, the offending mouth is not like you, the talent is not like you, and the way of fighting is not like you."

Hongying paused and added, "How could you, such a coward, give birth to such a tough son?"

The head of the Wanqi family turned dark, "You are so cowardly, I know myself!"

When he was young, the Wanqi family was indeed very self-aware when fighting. As long as he decided that he was not good, he would always be the first to retreat. However, he did not expect that many years later, he would have given birth to a son like Wanqi Shaoting.

Hongying shook her head and said meaningfully: "That's why you have been staying in the acquired Great Perfection and will never touch the innate gate rail."

"Why do you have to provoke me? Haven't you been staying in the acquired Great Perfection?" The head of the Wanqi family snorted coldly, but there was a clear loss in his eyes.

Innately, it is the dream that their generation has been striving for!
Chapter completed!
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